To pack, or not to pack?

While packing for my upcoming move, I’ve stumbled across a lot of RANDOM things I’ve been hoarding since I left the nest at age 18…

Three dorms, three apartments, and one house later, I find myself asking why the FREAK do I still have this?!?!?!?!?!?

And so I bring you the first installment of To pack, or not to pack?

Exhibit A: 13 inch long pencil.

This pencil is circa 1997. I was in eighth grade and used my allowance money to buy it. It was pimp. I used it joyously for a couple of days, then for fear of having to sharpen the pencil (i.e., shorten the pencil and lessen the pimpness) I stopped using it. It’s been in retirement for 14 years now.

Exhibit B: 14 rolls of tape in various sizes, translucency, and “magical” powers.

Who even uses tape anymore?!

Exhibit C: Rollerblades.

Seriously?

Exhibit D: The first bathing suit I have recollection of wearing:

Adorable.

Exhibit E: My stuffed billy goat.

Mom: “Mare, what’s your favorite animal”?”

Mary: “A goat!”

Mom: searches every store within driving distance for a stuffed goat… what child says their favorite animal is a goat? Puppies? Kitties? Monkeys? SNAKES perhaps? Not for my darling little Mary…..

that pencil is so awesome! i was way more into super short pencils, though. in fact, i was super proud of the ones less than two inches long that i had managed to keep and sharpen enough times to get that little.